Meanwhile, inside the hospital, the silence was shattered when a nurse stumbled upon the lifeless body of the officer in the hallway. Screams filled the corridors as staff and patients scrambled in fear. Doctors and nurses rushed to the scene, desperately trying to save him, but it was too te. His pulse had already faded.

  A few minutes ter, a second team of officers arrived at the hospital, responding to the commotion. Among them was Detective Honda, a seasoned investigator and the first to approach the fallen officer. As Honda knelt beside him, he noticed the officer’s faint, bored breaths—he was alive, but only barely.

  Leaning in close, Honda urgently whispered, “Who did this to you? Can you tell us anything?”

  The officer, his voice weak and barely audible, whispered one name. “Yamamoto… san…”

  Honda’s eyes narrowed. The name struck him immediately. Yamamoto San? Who was this? And why would a grieving brother shoot a police officer in cold blood? Nothing was making sense, but Honda knew this was no random act. There was a method to this madness.

  Turning to his partner, Honda gave quick, precise orders. "Get a team together now. Lock down the hospital. I want roadblocks and checkpoints across the city. If this Yamamoto is behind it, he’s not going to escape."

  Within moments, the hospital’s atmosphere shifted. The staff and patients, who had been ushered into the freezer area to avoid the chaos, huddled together, whispering in fear and confusion. The police initiated a full lockdown, but it was already too te. Satsujin Sha—under his false identity—had already vanished into the night.

  Outside, the city streets were becoming increasingly active with w enforcement. Patrol cars sped through intersections, sirens bring, and roadblocks were set up on key exits in and out of the city. The police task force had been mobilized and were now on high alert, hunting for the man named Yamamoto San.

  Detective Honda, still inside the hospital, barked out further instructions to his team. “This is an urgent manhunt. We’ve got a killer on the loose, and he’s already taken out one of our own. I don’t care how long it takes, I want Yamamoto San found!”

  However, even as Honda issued the orders, a dark realization began to settle over him. Something about this entire situation didn’t feel right. The manhunt for “Yamamoto” was being carried out too quickly, as if the true nature of what had just happened was being buried under the chaos.

  Meanwhile, Satsujin Sha had anticipated this response. His exit strategy had been meticulously pnned. He knew the city like the back of his hand, and more importantly, he knew how to disappear when the situation demanded it. Moving through alleyways and backstreets, he swapped his jacket for a discarded raincoat and slipped into the stream of pedestrians with ease.

  By the time the police task force arrived at the checkpoints, Satsujin had already crossed several blocks, his pace slow and calcuted. He made sure to avoid cameras, dark corners hiding his every move. His ability to blend in with the crowd was almost supernatural—each motion was deliberate, each step a calcuted part of his ongoing deception.

  The police, growing desperate, had begun sweeping the city block by block, but it was of no use. By the time they reached the streets where Satsujin was st seen, he had already disappeared into a different part of the city, leaving no trace behind.

  Back at the hospital, the atmosphere remained tense. The realization of what had happened was beginning to sink in for the officers involved. The name “Yamamoto San” would soon be pstered on every news outlet and across every police radio. However, there was one crucial truth the officers had not yet realized: Yamamoto San did not exist. Satsujin Sha had pyed them all, creating a false trail that led them on a wild chase, buying him precious time to escape.

  As the police scrambled to piece together the fragments of what had occurred, Satsujin’s pn continued to unfold with a precision that only a mind like his could devise. His friend Kazuhiro, the loyal accomplice who had sacrificed himself in the police station, was part of this final act—a calcuted move in Satsujin’s ever-growing narrative of chaos and control.

  The police would soon realize they had been chasing a ghost, but by then, it would be too te. The real Satsujin Sha was already gone, vanishing into the darkened streets of Japan, ready for the next step in his grand pn.

  This wasn’t just the end of an eborate escape. It was the beginning of something much more sinister, and as Satsujin disappeared into the city’s shadows, he knew that the true game was just beginning.